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 Djibouti 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti 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 rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.