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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.