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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.