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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Excepter,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
AZ,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.