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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.