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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Lalann,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.