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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.