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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.