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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.