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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.