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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.