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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.