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 France 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.