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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.