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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
The Doors,
PIL,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.