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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.