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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.