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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Television,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.