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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Television,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.