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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.