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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.