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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.