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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Wings,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.