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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.