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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Sparks,
X-101,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.