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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.