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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.