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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Aswad,
UT,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.