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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.