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 Jordan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Cameo,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.