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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.