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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.