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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.