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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.