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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
The Move,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.