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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.