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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.