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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Little Man,
The Slits,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.