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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Parry Music,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.