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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.