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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.