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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.