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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The American Breed 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.