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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.