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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.