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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.