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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.