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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.