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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.