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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.