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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.