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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.