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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.