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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.