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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.