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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.