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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.