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 Mozambique 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.