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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.