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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.