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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Deakin,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.