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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.