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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
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.