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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.