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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.