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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
10cc,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.