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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Index,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.