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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the disco 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.