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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.