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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Neu!,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.