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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.