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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.