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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.