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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Wire,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.