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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.