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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.