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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.