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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.