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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.