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 Australia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.