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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.