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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.