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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.