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 Cuba 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.