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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.