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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.