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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.