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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.