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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
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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.