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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.