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 Bolivia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.