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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Style to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.