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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.