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 Oman 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.