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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.