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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Wings,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.