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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.