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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.