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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.