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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.