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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.