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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.