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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Cymande,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.