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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 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 Minor Threat 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.