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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
The Evens,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.