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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.