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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
New Order,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.