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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.