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 India and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.