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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Drexciya,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
X-102,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.