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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.