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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.