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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.