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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.