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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Scion,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.