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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Lyres,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.