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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
New Order,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.