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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.