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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.