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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Index,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.