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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Aswad,
Fear,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.