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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Skaos,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.