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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.