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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.