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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Fear,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.