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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.