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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.