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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Yaz,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.