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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.