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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.