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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.