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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.