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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 Hong Kong and London.
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 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.