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 India and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.