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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.