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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Fear,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.