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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.