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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.