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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.