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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Brick,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.