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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
X-102,
The Sound,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.