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 Taiwan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Slits to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.