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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Slave,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.