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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Index,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.