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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.