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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.