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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.