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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.