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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.