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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.