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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.