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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 June Days to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.