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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
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.