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 Haiti and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.