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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions 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 rap 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.