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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.