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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.