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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.