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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.