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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.