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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.