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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Josef K,
New Order,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.