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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.