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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.