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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.