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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
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.