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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.