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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.