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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.