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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.