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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.