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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Wire,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Television,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.