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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.