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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.