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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.