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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Laurel Aitken 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.