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 Congo 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.