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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.