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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.