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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.