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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
MDC,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.