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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
X-101,
Suicide,
Franke,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.