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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.