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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.