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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.