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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.