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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.