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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.