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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.