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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.