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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Technova,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.