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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.