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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.