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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.