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 Tanzania 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.