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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.