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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.