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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.