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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.