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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.