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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.