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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.