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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.