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 Gambia and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.