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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.