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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.