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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.