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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.