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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.