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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Monks,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.