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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.