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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Television,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.