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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.