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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead C to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Whodini,
Scion,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.