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 Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.