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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.