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 Burkina and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Crime,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.