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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.