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 Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.