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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.