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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.