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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.