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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.