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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Ossler to the techno 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.