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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Pagans,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.