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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Fall to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
the Association,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.