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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.