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 Norway 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.