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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.