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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.