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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.