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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.