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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Japan,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.