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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.