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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.