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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.