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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.