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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.