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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.