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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.