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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.