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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
JFA,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.