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-Bissau 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.