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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.