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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.