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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.