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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.