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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.