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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.