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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.