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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
ABC,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.