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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.