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 Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Japan,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.