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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.