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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.