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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.