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 Kosovo 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.