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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.