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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.