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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.