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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.