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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.