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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
the Association,
Cameo,
The Fall,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.