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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Fear,
The Index,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.