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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Faust,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.