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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
PIL,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.