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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.