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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 Halifax and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.