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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.