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 Africa and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.