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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.