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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.