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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Crime,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.