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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.