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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.