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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.