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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.