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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.