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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Deakin to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.