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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.