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 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.