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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
The Index,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.