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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.