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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.