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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.