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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Index,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.