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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.