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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.