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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.