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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.