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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.