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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.