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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.