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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.