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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.