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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Television,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.