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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.