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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.