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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
MC5,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.