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 Paraguay 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.