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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.