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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.