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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.