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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.