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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Arcadia,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.