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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.