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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.