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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.