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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.