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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.