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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Pagans,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.