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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.