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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.