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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Fear,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.