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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.