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 Portugal and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.