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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.