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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Visage,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.