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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.