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 Thailand 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
X-102,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.