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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.