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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.