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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.