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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.