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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.