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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.