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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.