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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.