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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.