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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.