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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Wire,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.