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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.