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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.