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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 MC5 to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.