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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Supertramp,
X-102,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.