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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.