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 France and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
ABBA,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.