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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
EPMD,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.