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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.