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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.