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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Smog,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.