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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.