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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.