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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.