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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.