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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.