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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.