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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.