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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.