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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jandek 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.