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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
MDC,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.