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 Austria 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.