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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.