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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.