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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.