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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.