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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.