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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.