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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.