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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.