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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.