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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.