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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.