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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.