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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.