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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.