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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.