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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.