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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.