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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.