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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.