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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.