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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Wire,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.