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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.