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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The Wake,
The Standells,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.