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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
The Index,
Bill Near,
UT,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.