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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Neu!,
New Order,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.