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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
the Association,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.