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 Armenia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.