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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Nas,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.