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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.