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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.