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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.