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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.