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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.