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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Television,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.