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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.