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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.