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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.