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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.