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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.