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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.