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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.