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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.