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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.