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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.