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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.