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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.