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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.