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 Singapore and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
New Order,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.