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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.