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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.