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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
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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.