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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.