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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Unwound,
World's Most,
New Order,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Hoover,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.