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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.