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 Jakarta.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.