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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.