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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.