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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.