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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.