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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.