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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.