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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.