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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.