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 Kiribati 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.