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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.