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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.