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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.