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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.