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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Index,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.