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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.