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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
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.