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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.