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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.