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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Wire,
ABBA,
Television,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.