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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Lakeside,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.