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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.