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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.