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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.