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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.