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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Brick,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.