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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.