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 Angola 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.