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 East Timor 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.