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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.