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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.