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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.