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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.