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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.