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 France and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.