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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.