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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.