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 Iceland 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.