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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.