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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 snare 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.