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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.