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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.