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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.