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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Echospace,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.