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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.