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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.