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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.