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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.