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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.