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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Little Man,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.