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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.