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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
the Association,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.