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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.