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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.