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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.