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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Can,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.