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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.