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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.