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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.