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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.