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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.