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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.