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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.