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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.