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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.