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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.