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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.