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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.