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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.