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 Venezuela 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.