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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.