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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.