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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.