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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
DNA,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.