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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.