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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.