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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 New Order to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.