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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.