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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.