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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.