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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.