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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.