Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.