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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.