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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.