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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.