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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.