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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.