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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.