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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.