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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.