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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.