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 Sudan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.