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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.