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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.