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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.