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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.