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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Cure,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.