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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Can,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.