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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Ken Boothe 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.