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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.