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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.