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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.