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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Organ,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.