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 Germany 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.