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 Senegal and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.